McArthur Square

“This must be like Piccadilly
I’m hungry again,” she says
and this leftover hippie-type walks by  
saying “all we need is love”.

Later a beautiful woman flies from a doorway  
and I swear she has no arms
she nearly spins an older woman off her feet
pale skin splotched with cheap blush  
clinging to a wire hair dog 
that barks its constricted bark at Venus,

Men holding hands as they pass 
through this Greenwich Village square 
(it’s actually a triangle)
where old men sit with newspapers and crumpled hats.